Weird conversations happen in my apartment. I don’t know how or why but Rachel and I end up some of the most bizarre topics. Example? Monday night we started discussing what we’ve named “frists.” You know, when the forearm is so fat it blends in with the wrist? The cankle of the arm, if you… Continue reading Frists and cankles
Every Monday and Tuesday night Rachel and I park ourselves in our living to watch hour upon glorious hour of CW programming*. We rush to make dinner before Gossip Girl starts and then we’re pretty much sedentary until we’ve seen the clips for next week’s One Tree Hill (though to be fair, Rachel is less… Continue reading What’s your deal CW/Pix 11?
Okay, I really didn’t want to have to do this but it seems I’ve been left with no choice. Lately the topic of conversation in The Carton (our apartment) has been a debate over who would win in a fight: a bear or a gorilla. Rachel and I immediately voted “gorilla” and were told we… Continue reading Bear v. Gorilla
Not quite short enough for Twitter, not quite long enough to deserve a post of their own. Brief thoughts on the Duggar’s: I realize I’m the last person to talk about the infamous 17 kids and counting, wait, baby makes 18, family but I don’t care. Roomie and I watched the show last night and… Continue reading Some brief thoughts…
Getting back to real life the day after a sick day, or a vacation day, or even a snow day, is the worst. That day off is never enough. Think back to elementary school sick days (in fact Lauren just talked about this yesterday)–you spent the whole day camped out on the couch, watching cartoons,… Continue reading The day after effect
This week was the Westminster dog show. Now, I know some of you may have heard that this dog won: photo courtesy of L.A. Times Bravo Stump. Now it’s time for the real competition. In August, Rachel’s family got a new puppy–Suzie. Since August I’ve watched this awkwardly adorable puppy grow up and let me… Continue reading Best in show my ass
This morning, as Rachel and I were walking to the train, we heard the AMNY lady shouting about the day’s headlines: AM! AM! READ ABOUT THE HOMELESS! Not exactly the best way to sell a paper (yes I know it’s free, but that’s an expression so back off!). I said as much to Rachel and… Continue reading I got stunk up